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The two young children were old and bent |
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The older tried to look confident |
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Laying life ebbed away, nearly spent, no love |
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The darkness came and stopped the precious light |
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If they survive this eternal night |
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Without the sun and their maternal love |
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They might fade away |
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Flowers in the attic will not grow |
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Flowers in the attic no one knows |
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Flowers in the attic given some light |
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Maybe you will survive |
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The children cried like a baying hound |
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Cold, still and darkness was their surround |
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Although they wept, you could hear no sound |
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They fade. |
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They needed light to rejuvenate |
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To run away through an open gate |
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To halt the rise of a growing pain, away |
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By now the old world was laid to rest |
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So they invented self-happiness |
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With all the toys and the books |
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And the games they played |
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One lonely child in the night touched you |
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Depending on his mothers will |
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No food or love were the last but 'til the dawn |